(Intro)
Yeah, Damn!
JLOH we Just Llucid out'here man, still doing it
All year long, 365, 24/7
Yeah

(Pre-verse)

I said I'm, I'm just Llucid
Oh yeah! Just lose it
You probably put up a stop sign, so I can pass through it
I cruse through it with words that Mark you for death stupid!
You should be known as 'the' Headmaster, you just blew it
And eating it up, you can't survive without meat in your mouth
Mediocrity, metaphor disastrous like a drought
I'm Just Llucid, oh yeah! Just Lose It!
Call me Mr. I Told You I'm Finna Be Copping Your Spouse


(Chorus)
And My Music Has Got em Singing like
Lando Dlamini, I'm in the building could you please tell her to hit me up
And maybe we'll MILF it up
But like jokes on the side, you know we'd be the hottest couple around
And My Music Has Got em Singing like
Lando Dlamini, I'm in the building could you please tell her to hit me up
And maybe we'll MILF it up
But like jokes on the side, you know we'd be the hottest..
(Girl I'm just playin)

(Verse 1)
I’m just Llucid, there's really nothing more to me than that
Personality manic, I’m not playing Dawg it’s a fact!
It’s a tragedy how they try to dismantle me with the fact
That I’m better than all the artists they try to promote
So they hate instead of paying homage to the talent intact
Saying that I got issues, I’m really working on that
Cos I’m volatile, there's no predicting what I’ll say on a track!
Wearing the crest, I’m finna put Swaziland on The Map!
It’s a symbol or sign, seal written in a language beyond the world we upon
Classic the things I write with my palm
I’m a fountain of youth, you merely playing games in a pond
And I'm talking to you, but you’ve never wrote a bar in your life!
So I climb high, top of the ladder, capital letter
I’m colder than, “please pass me the sweater,” pass me the cheddar
We Smoking and blowing trees, I call it Cannabis weather!
I cop me a Bitch, you cop you a Bruce Jenner!
I’m a rookie, but I should be an All-Star Player
I’m plying beyond your league, I’m unstoppable!
You couldn’t guard (God) me if you was on Your knees praying for Health
You didn’t get it, then rewind before u miss something else
Coz my enormity got me pondering papers with the Devil, coz I’m hungry to make it or at least to break the enamel
I should be Illuminati, but my momma’s a saint, so how could I ever betray the root unto which I became

(Chorus)
And My Music Has Got em Singing like
Lando Dlamini, I'm in the building could you please tell her to hit me up
And maybe we'll MILF it up
But like jokes on the side, you know we'd be the hottest couple around
And My Music Has Got em Singing like
Lando Dlamini, I'm in the building could you please tell her to hit me up
And maybe we'll MILF it up
But like jokes on the side, you know we'd be the hottest couple around

I'm just Llucid
Just Llucid
And I Make Music
Fuck, I Just Do It!


(Outro)
Yeah, Dam!
JLOH, we just Llucid Out’che, Still doing it!
Yeah, yeah
Don’t cut my shit! I got a couple things I need to get off my chest! Yeah

(Freestyle)
I said, Ya’ll better pay me some motherfucking respect
I’ve been doing this shit for years, might as well just give me a Dab!
And the game been changing to Trap, so a n***a had to adapt
Now I’m setting a trap, I rap!
And all that you do is react to the venom I spit
I should belong to my own genome, aside from snakes in the grass, coz my rap is about Freedom
In truth, we’re not equals, my weapons are all lethal
Cos I’m like, Prrrraat pat with the iron like Don Cheadle
No listen to me, I don’t give a Fuck less for Fakorr
Ung’zela ngey’nkinga, I take your nonsense to the Drop-off
Compare our styles, I am like a Jordan to a Knock-off
A Hyundai to a Red Lamborghini Murcielago, check
Mariah Carey how I came out at a High Note
I’m underrated, better than the fake shit you rely on
I’m a Lion, even when I’m booed off stage, I find a way to roar with the crowd like ‘whose got rage’
I got little to no respect for every dude your age
Misinterpreting my rap coz they a bit Complex!
I’m like the formula in Math (Meth) that takes the mind all day to understand the chemistry behind the new Arcane
Whose Got the Fire Power?
I’m K.O with the Don Dada
You don’t gotta be broke to be known as the ‘Don’t Gotta’
Genius mind, my top of the dome is a bit broader, I spit smarter
My Luis Vuitton is a bit Prada
Torn like the inside of your soul coz I hit harder!
Small but I still Drive to the post Like a Vince Carter
Drawn to all the enormity the world portrays
I Sold My Soul To The Devil to dodge a Minimal wage, a story that we have heard for days
Or decades even! Murdered for speaking the truth
But fuck it! I’m still Breathing!
Give Me a Beat and Some Headphones, coz the heart still beating, the ink still spilling, my 16’s are truth, no Gimmick!
I live for this shit
I would give up a Liver or a Spleen, I told the Doctor to cut deep with a Surgical machine
I’m still breathing!
You can see there’s still beeping on the screen
I’ll Headline and Flat-line every show ya’ll seem to be in
….Speaking of shows, yow Reas
Remember when I competed for a spot at the Bushfire (2015)
And they said I was dope but they couldn’t give me a shot coz I couldn’t pronounce some words they sent me the day before and they were French?
What the fuck do you expect from me though, coz I only speak two languages; Rap, English or Both!
Swallow or choke, I don’t get some of the shit you provoke
You should Honour me, what would this Industry be without my flow!
I encore the boat, I’m the reason why you staying afloat!
I’m just Llucid!
Fuck Outa Here!